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Circumlocution on androgenic hair growth

Hold on; don’t get excited or confused by that fancy 10-gallon pair of words.It’s just a tongue twister to get this week’s column primed.Besides, I’ve always wanted to use the words circumlocution and androgenic in one sentence, but felt some might accuse me of being “too wordy” or “macho” for my own good.

The hair growth thingy though, is something I obviously know a lot about, as I’ve experienced a lot of hair growth in my lifetime.In fact, it is growing as I write this column.There is nothing I like better than standing in a windy location and feeling my long neck hair blowing in the wind.
As I nudge closer to middle age, I’ve noticed a peculiar growth – or lack of, well, abnormal pattern of hair growth – or lack of, in certain areas of my well-toned physique.I want to make it clear; I am basically talking about my head and back, as I do not want the Managing Editor to bowdlerize my attempt to expound on this important phenomenon.
I recently coined this timeless phrase:"Male agi…

Sanctimony and Political Correctness

Over the years, I’ve tried my best to live a good spiritual life.I’ve often failed and I acknowledge that.In my early well-intentioned zeal to follow the Bible, I oft times went to extremes.I might add that this righteous zeal was tempered through error in many ways, but helped me define the rights and wrongs of personal development and the path I chose.
However, at no time did I contemplate blowing up an abortion clinic, attempt to “beat the gay” out of someone, or walk into a military school and kill 150 students because their lifestyle or dogma differed from my own.I simply wanted to do right and still do.
Fairly often I would engage in debates about the interpretation of the Holy Scriptures, but I can’t recall ever getting angry and condescending.In fact, I studied and studied and studied, reading the entire Bible many times because I wanted to understand the scriptures and be able to convey its mysteries to others.
I worked the bus ministry and taught home Bible studies for ma…

I can’t breathe – or can I?

Fairly early on in the Ferguson protest debacle, some wise person projected that the ultimate goal of all of these protests would be to weaken America's many police departments.It is becoming hip to march and show support for what?It doesn't matter at all to many of the demonstrators.Most of the people marching now are doing it because they want to be part of something they can't even relate to.

It reminds me of 9-11 and the massive support that our country gave our fallen and the subsequent number of yellow ribbons and flags to show support for our troops.To everyone who truly felt a part of it, it was wonderful – until it became cliché-ish and ‘hip” to be patriotic.
A negative side-effect was that if you didn’t slap a magnetic yellow ribbon (or one the hundreds of variations including a camouflaged version) you were almost viewed as unpatriotic by some.“Hey doofus, where’s your yellow ribbon?”
“Hey mister, it’s a free country.Besides, I may or not support every cause tha…

The vanishing personal space conundrum solved!

I am not entirely comfortable in large gatherings even though I occasionally attend them.In fact, I don’t think you will ever spot me marching in any kind of mass assemblies, peaceful or not.
Don’t get me wrong when I say this.I can sit comfortably in church, or an occasional sporting event and behave myself, it’s just that I would rather walk down a lonely trail in the woods, far away from any other human being or musical delivery device. In fact, I have walked for hours not hearing another human voice and was perfectly at peace and content.Did you know that when you spend hours alone, you become very quiet?My doggies sleep when my bride is away, because the house becomes silent, except for my constant pecking of the keyboard.
My dad once said he “enjoyed his own company” and I learned to understand this peculiar sounding confession. He would go off in his 18-foot boat and spend the day catching redfish and speckled trout and come back and clean them at his house in Aransas Pass.He d…

Failure is strong, but good medicine

I flunked the 9th grade.

True.I did.It was the most humbling experience of my life at that point.It was also the single best life-changing experience in my mental and personal development. I could go on and explain what led up to my failure, citing moving all over the country which messed up my math skills, but that wouldn’t explain why I bombed 9th grade basic English, now would it?
Failure is good for the soul now and again and I was like every other kid on the block, past and present when it comes to being sensitive at the ripe age of 15.It seems like we are scared to death that kids these days will be damaged irreparably if they don’t get patted on the back for every little thing they do and that is as much hogwash as some of the bizarre stuff as is presented on Jerry Springer.
I was, and still am in many respects, a go it alone type of learner.I inherently distrust experts.I can’t rightly say why this is so, but it has caused me to be the kind of person who will learn a subject…

I support President Obama on immigration reform

After watching and listening to President Obama and ruminating on what he says, I agree with him.  This is the McCain/Kennedy package that was ripped apart by partisan politics.  I apologize for criticizing it without really listening.  Keep the good immigrants and boot the bad ones.  The good ones will have to come clean, apply for a green card, pay taxes, and this only applies to illegals who have been in the country more than 5 years. 

I was for this very legislation when John McCain and Ted Kennedy tried to push it through.  The Left screamed that the suggested fines the illegals would have to pay was too harsh, so it was decided to drop the fine and then the Right screamed it was amnesty and the whole bill tanked.  We were left with what we presently have and that is a system that does not work!

All I ask before you bash it, is listen carefully to his logic.  If you can still find fault, then so be it.  I have also written my congressman to show support for this bill.
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What is more fun than people?

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I met a guy in high school who left a very good indelible mark on my life.I wish I had a long list of people who I could say the same thing about, but very few are like this guy.What makes him so different is he “got it” as a teenager and it took me about 40 years to begin to “get it”.

I met him in Canton, Georgia back in the mid to late 60’s and still communicate with him, even though he lives in Georgia and I of course, live in Texas.Alan Dempsey is a preacher’s son and like many preachers kids, he went a bit buck wild only to straighten out later.However, he was the kindest, most friendly person I had met at that time and still ranks right at the top of my kindest people list.I was a Yankee in redneck North Georgia and needed a friend and he was there for me.
Alan, despite the fact that he had unruly straw-like shaggy blonde hair and possibly the worst case of acne imaginable, was extremely popular with the young ladies.I on the other hand, had fairly good hair and relatively f…

Womens. Don’t underestimate em!

I’m now into 5 straight months at the gym named after the clock and yes, I know the word womens is not grammatically correct, but in a sense, it is.All women are not the same and my reference is in this vein.Like fishes, women can be quite diverse and well, different, but in the end, they are still very female in nature, with a certain amount of tenacity that confounds men in general.
The older I get, the more I appreciate their persistence and individuality and I can say that and still basically retain my caveman man-card.A man-card is a delicate thing at best I reluctantly admit.Women instinctively know this and we buffoons who carry them, blindly believe we have womens buffaloed… well we don’t and they tolerate us with a generous amount of levity and leeway.
I got my man-card nearly revoked this past Tuesday when I sat my ample rear man parts on the skinny seat of a “spinner” exercise bike at the gym.It was my second encounter with this heinous and ingeniously designed torture dev…

The Fickle Finger of Fate

Fate; the predisposition or predetermination of our life, or what some say is inevitability in or on our path.“It is what it is and you can’t change it Becky.”
I don’t buy it.Not completely anyway.I’m sorry if you do, but I just can’t; just like I don’t believe no matter what I do, I am going to step in that hot blob of grape bubble gum in the Ug-Lee’s Boudin parking lot.For reasons I won’t bore you with, I simply believe a whole lot of my life is in my own hands.If I put myself in harm’s way, why would I be surprised it that limb smacks me in the mouth?
Sure, that fellow in the bright yellow lifted Ford F-250 running a red light is a very real threat, but does that mean I can’t avoid it, or that no matter where I am, I will get t-boned by one of many distracted guys because fate would make me drive to a particular intersection?
Uh, no.No. Nope.However, when I am stopped by a train, or miss my turn-off, I have often thought it might just be the work of the Lord to keep me from harm’s…

Mutants, Creeps, and Monsters!

At first glance, you may think this Halloween day column is about the White House and the current administration, but it is not.It’s not for one reason and one reason only – although there is a direct correlation, it wouldn’t be fun.Accurate yes, fun no.
There’s nothing funny about what is coming out of Washington, not that I can tell.
Way back in 1965 when I was 13 wonderful years old, there were two genres of movies very active on the television set.Spies and monsters.Of course there were westerns and family shows, but these two lines of thought were emerging and possibly peaking all within a space of about 5 years.I Spy, Get Smart, The Avengers, Mission Impossible, The Saint, Danger Man, T.H.E. Cat and The Man from U.N.C.L.E. were hugely successful and in the dark shadows of the heinous Commies, everyone wanted our spies to outsmart their spies.
Boy has that changed.
Thanks to Edward Snowden, the good ol’ USA is now an open tome for every spy agency on earth, especially those who …

Songbird Meadows Bed & Breakfast review

I have little experience with Bed & Breakfast abodes.I want to say that from the onset.I do however know when I am being pampered - and pampered I like.Back 4 months ago I retired from a job that had me working 60 to 80 hours a week for the last 37 years.
We arrived on a typical Tuesday afternoon, driving in from Baytown, Texas, fighting the Houston traffic and all wired up.In fact, I was still internally wired up from all those years of working overtime on a chemical plant.
This is the perfect place to take your Bride and baby her and this readily apparent from the moment we arrived.There are three quaint cabins and each are situated in such a manner as to give the occupants privacy and the feeling they are alone in a most peaceful setting.My beautiful Bride of 37 years and I wasted no time after arriving in the afternoon, to hike the trails on the property, discovering all the unique bird watching stations and places of prayer.We needed to get the blood flowing after all that d…

Don’t Mess With… Baytown?

When our esteemed Mayor DonCarlos said Baytown has a litter problem, I took it with a grain of empty plastic water bottle.Its not like I didn’t believe him, I just didn’t think it was the mentality of many people to litter in 2014.Not in Baytown anyway.Didn’t we stop doing that, like, 30 years ago?
Well.Shut the front door; he was right.It’s not like I don’t trust his judgment; I do.Heck, I voted for him as Mayor at least 10 times so far, maybe more now that I think about it.It’s just that until I experienced it first hand, I had no idea it was anything more than stuff blowing out of the back of a pick-em-up truck, or maybe a shopping cart.
I remember when he said it I saw a bunch of trash in the field south of Home Depot and told myself trash and litter was relegated to places like this – and why didn’t the store owners clean it up?I can say this and not be self-righteous and that statement right there stinks of self-righteousness doesn’t it – but it’s true just the same.
This ye…